Mitchell's forehead creased in confusion, though he was still smiling. "I suppose you're wondering why I bought you? It's a fair enough question, I guess, but I'm not...really sure I want to answer right now?" He winced, because that came out a little creepier than it had in his head.
"...I know it must seem strange, but suffice to say, you're not expected to do anything that you don't want to do. And I've been making my own tea for a few years now. I think I can manage one more cup." He smiled again and nodded his heads towards the bags. "Go on. Pick something out."